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The sun set over Booty Bay and Cristianno sat alone on the dock, watching the red and orange hues over the ocean. His meeting with Rain was not as he expected. It went well and she gave him the heartfelt apology he had wanted a while back. He didn’t want anything romantic with her. That was in the past and long gone, but he offered his friendship and his assistance. He decided to simply wait until nightfall before heading back to Ratchet and back to his ship. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, only to sigh in disappointment.
“There you are, fucker.”
Cris’s shoulders slouched and he mumbled, “What are you doing here?”
“You think I’m going to let you come to Booty Bay without me? Fuck that!” The goblin slapped at his back and laughed, taking a seat beside him. “What the hell were you doing here anyway? Did you deliver the shit?”
Cris nodded. He was given cargo to deliver to Grom’gol and he had done that days prior to his meeting with Rain. “I was going to head back, asshole.”
“Well, now we can grab a drink. Maybe a girl.” Ziggly waggled his eyebrows and laughed, rubbing his little grubby green hands together. “Come on! It’ll be fun.”
“Zig...”
“Oh come on! Your wench ain’t here!”
“Zig, that’s beside the point.”
The goblin jumped up and smacked Cris on the back of his head. “That’s always the fucking point with you! I’m getting a drink. You can be a pussy out here on your own.” The goblin walked into the tavern and Cris sighed, quickly getting up and following his friend. After ordering their drinks, they sat at a corner table and drank as they watched others walk in and out of the tavern.
“See, that’s your fucking problem, Wolf. You worry too much about your wench and what she’ll think. I’ve told you before: marriage is not for you. It’s just not for us! We’re free men who hunger for new and different!” Ziggly gulped his drink and smiled widely, eyeing a female human who had walked in.
Cris looked down at his drink, strands of burgundy hair falling down into the cup and hanging inches above his alcohol. “I’m starting to think you’re right, Zig.”
The goblin spit out his drink onto the table. Shocked by the loss of alcohol, he quickly began to lick the table before lifting his red eyes up to Cris. “Did…did you just say what I think you said?” Cristianno nodded and Ziggly shook his head. “No, no. Say it again. Say ‘Zig, you were right.’ Say it!”
“Zig, I said I’m starting to think you’re right.”
“Fuck you, Wolf! I know I’m right!” He gestured to the barmaid and ordered another round of drinks. “So, we’re going to see the ladies, right?”
“No.”
“But you just said…!”
“I said I was starting to think. It’s not…fair for her that I’m walking out on her and travelling and meeting others in secret…”
“And fucking around when she’s not there…”
Cris glared at Ziggly, “I didn’t say that.”
After rolling his eyes, Ziggly reached over and placed his small arm on Cris’s arm. “Think about it. We sail into any city we want and have our fill of the local ladies. It’s perfect! And you don’t have to worry about some wench telling you whom you can and can’t fuck. It would be like the good old days!”
Cris drank the rest of his alcohol and dropped his head onto the table, his hair spreading out against the wood. Ziggly laughed and not only drank his bourbon, but Cris’ as well. “Don’t get me wrong, Zig. I love her…”
“But…you don’t like being tied down.”
“I…I didn’t say that.”
“Look, Wolf,” Ziggly started, waving down the barmaid once more, “I know you have this grand idea that you are to become what your father once was. I respect that.” Cris lifted his head and glared at the goblin. “No, wait, hear me out. I respect that, but let’s look at the reality of things: your father was a pirate before he settled down. Do you realize how many wenches he must have banged before he finally settled for your mom? And come on, he stopped pirateering when he married! If you really wanted to be like your father, you would have stopped being a pirate the moment that ring was slipped onto your finger.” The goblin received his new drink and began to gulp it down.
The elf’s blue-green eyes gazed down at the ring on his left ring finger. His mind raced with so many questions and thoughts that it all became an instant blur. “I don’t know, Zig.”
“I say dump the wench and get yourself some ass.” Ziggly winked at Cris and continued to drink. He watched Cris take out a device from his bag and began to apply it to his ear. “What the fuck is that?”
“Communication device. I’m contacting Laerchel.”
“Hell yeah! Start with Laerchel and go from there.”
“Just…shut up.” He pushed a button and waited for his dearest friend’s voice. “Hey Laer.”
“Tell her how you want to fuck her all night lo—HEY!” Ziggly squealed as Cris reached out for his ear and pinched it hard.
“Yeah, Zig says hi too. Any word on the…that works. We’re on our way to Orgrimmar after I speak to Tia. Yeah, it’s time.” A smirk spread across his lips. “It’s time to make the Horde pay.” Ziggly stopped struggling and glanced at Cris with a curious look on his face.
“I better go get all the pussy I can get now,” Ziggly muttered as he threw back the rest of his drink.
Cristianno continued to listen as Laerchel spoke through the device and he smiled widely. “No reason, Laer dear. I just felt like doing something stupid, and we can’t get any more stupid than this, eh?” He watched Ziggly walk out of the tavern and his smile slowly disappeared as he looked at his wedding ring. “Hm? Oh, just Zig. So, when can we proceed with the plan?”
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